Front Line Assembly - The Blade lyrics

"I don't think that"
"Any means necessary for survival"
"Stick 'em up motherfucker"
"I don't think that"
"I don't think that the real
Violence has even started yet"
"Bwahahahahah" "Stick 'em up motherfucker
This is a hold-up""

Deep inside the angle hurts rotation moves
The amber burns silently your hands are tied
Persuasion slowly slips inside

Stretching skin it has a burn
Sooner or later you will learn perversion
Inhibitions from within
The only thing we really want is sin skin

Are you ready to believe
Are you ready to conceive

Are you ready to come
Are you ready to be one
Are you ready to come
Are you ready to be one

The leather cracks you feel the heat
A hardening pulse is oh so sweet

The blindfold slips down to your mouth
You taste the flesh it makes no sound

The blade it skins on your chest
Perverse illusion never rests within

"Any means necessary for survival"

Are you ready to believe
Are you ready to conceive
Are you ready to come
Are you ready to be one

This sado game is now for real
You suffocate with fear of pain

The blood starts running from your vein
The straps are tightened for pleasured pain